True to my Piscean form I’m feeling doubtful about my abilities. The only difference tonight is, I know I have a few good abilities but - the new question - do others have any need for them?
I’ve always been an advocate of the ‘building your own’ motto. Building my own is what I should be doing now. At what cost? At any. I don’t want my sleeves tugged by the steady-paycheck monster while I build it though.
In this case I mean building my own brand. My blog. The photos. The videos. I get impatient sometimes and think I should associate myself with name brands, or people, to extend my own; piggy-backing, if you will. Then I get all shamed-up and feel stupid wasting all that time on ‘collaboration’ pursuits.
Just having a bad night and a case of ‘why can’t things be more accomodating to my life.’ The latter puts up a good fight and brings its friend ‘ego’.
Hover cursor over to timeline’s ruler. When you scroll ball left to right tracks scroll back and forth - playhead stays put. Scroll ball up and down and it only moves the playhead back and forth. Sweet!
What you see in video: 1) Click on ruler: playhead jumps where clicked 2) Scroll ball left to right and 3) Scroll ball up and down.
Screen recording with Jing Project. In my opinion, the best free screen recorder. And you get free uploads of your captures on Screencast.
A reader who’s also a writer who likes to read, writes:
Saw this ugly motherfucker - I mean butt-ugly sommabitch - with a hot girl walking down the street in Times Square. Suspicious. And I asked myself why do I attract and get tacked with the second rate bitches.
Maybe that “hot” girl is perfect for that ugly motherfucker. For all I know she could be a fucking twat with the ugliest personality. Yea, that’s what I tell myself.
Why do I attract second rate bitches in the first place? Maybe it says more about who I am than who they are.
Was walking over to 181st & Ft. Washington Starbucks to test Nokia N95’s Internet connection with ATT’s free Wi-Fi. On this street, at this light… stopped, looked left. It had to be shot.
